Pigeon

Metallic wing pigeon. . .

Cannibal Ox. . .

Birds of the same feather flock together

Congested on a majestic street corner

That's a short time goal for most of 'em

Cuz most of 'em

Would rather expand their wings and hover over greater things

That's what we call inspired flight

By the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every night

And "Let there be light" was understood

When a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hood

And if my face is worth a thousand words when it's scarred

I would only hope that two of those are coco and butta

To heal the wounds of the tissue scarred that mark the death of my womb

But I've graduated, got my wings

And you've got to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo

Eh yo, I'm a black man with an African

Drum in my chest that beats in the opposite of the right

Let me know I got a breath left

In this frigid fragile capsule

That allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap you

I wrap my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch

So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss

I'm just a pigeon with one mile left

That doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of death

And these rags-to-riches words will break bones

Like the assassination of two birds with one stone

That's why I don't associate with bird brains with their beaks in the air

Pelicans with wide jaws yap names for fish heads

You'll get tossed in the flames

Where some archaeologist will find your skeletal frame

Eskimo me-dal doctrine locked in oxygen shell

Words shot plated metal lung which spun kids' carrousel

Mega alarm technoloid these boys fight four arms swinging two toes very well

Terror toys jubilated mega noise when iron works

Bullet shot animated mad windows with fireworks

Shinin' summer-time hydrants

Splash passing cars, now run ghetto tyrants

These faces carry scars (mega large)

Pigeons turn penguins talk fables cellular

Detached Christ's Word

But freeze-frame gold chain swing Son of God

Iceberg gem shines on the neck of ghetto flight bird

Getting fly like word

Let it settle

I remember cats snatched off the pedal (stealin' bike days)

Doo-rags worn tight (Piranha bite waves)

Smoke cheeba through the lung Arabian camel

Fast like a cheeta now I'm knocked off my African sandal

God damn you! Ethiopian skin mechanical

Trapped in ghetto's mega-yard where mega-hard

Arms swingin' metal palms iron skin leopard

Holding evil metal eagle attach the desert

Paranoid fingertips stitched with three-fifty plus seven metal shit

Tucked behind the belt ghetto style like delicate street etiquette

Never lacked toast metal cow got milk in the gut settlin'

Cats gotta eat swallow beef horribly melanin mahogany

Black boys feed face arachnoid

Eight arms working short circuit manufactured crack melted

Slinging shot gun through the mouth of cracked helmets, black felt it

Cats who pop flows shot heavy through the nostril

Brain sizzle grab the pistol and get hostile

He caught you alone fuse blown

Unemployed screaming "That's why I robbed you!"

Tired of the Medicaid, debted by the car, Novocains filled with lemonade

"You better get a job!" mother talked, just another hawk

Humiliated, bodega food stamp transaction

Left me in corners buckled me accompanied by evil hands clappin'

Rockin' my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch

So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss

I rock my simulated air tank bit

So I can leave pressures of oxygen where my mic's lit

I'm just a pigeon